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"He's back." Turning her reluctant eyes away from Mandy, Robin looks down the bar to see a familiar figure taking a seat. "And in your section. Again."

"Did I do something to upset the universe?" She asks her friend and co-worker, turning back to her. Stalling, she was stalling. And they both knew it. "I don't remember doing anything to make karma mad."

"You're a likable person." Mandy shrugs with a sympathetic look. "Even for weirdos." She whispers even if the man couldn't hear her normal talking voice from so far away. "I can get it if you want."

Sighing, Robin shakes her head. "No, I got it." Mandy's sweet, a good friend. Robin wouldn't make her do something she could do herself. Even if she didn't want to. "What can I get you?" She asks the man after moving across the bar. She knows what his answer will be, he gets the same thing every time he comes in.

"Whiskey on the rocks." She smiles but it's forced. Just his voice gets to her. Although he wasn't the first...odd - for lack of a better word - person she's had to deal with, he's the most persistent.

"Here you are." She says as politely as she can while setting his drink down. Going to pull her hand back, Robin is stopped short when he grabs her wrist.

"How about you let me buy you one of these." He says lowly and if Robin didn't know any better, she would've guessed he was already drunk.

"I can't drink while working." She tells him, discreetly trying to pull her arm free.

"Then after." He insists, tightening his grip on her wrist even as she tries to pull away.

"I don't like alcohol." She doesn't mind people who drink, not when it was only occasional. People who have it under control. She doesn't mind being around it, working with it. But she wasn't going to drink it herself.

"That's funny." The man says, sounding far from amused. "Seeing as you work around the stuff."

"Please let go, you're hurting me." Robin keeps her voice low and calm despite her racing heart and places her other hand on his arm to try and loosen his grip. He'd always talked to her in a way she wasn't overly comfortable with, stared a little too long, but he'd never touched her.

"Oh, come on-" He doesn't remove his hand but is cut off when a different hand lands on his arm. Marcus had come over from the door, having caught Robin's eyes over the man's shoulder.

"I suggest you let the lady go." Marcus was a pretty big dude, muscular and intimidating. To those who don't know him. He's a really nice guy, Robin knows, he's been working here since she started, all she had to do was give him one look and he'd known he needed to intervene.

"Hey, hey," The man - Robin knows his name is Todd but doesn't want to use it - holds his hands up, finally releasing Robin's wrist and the woman pulls her arm to her chest, clutching the sore appendage. "All good."

Mandy appears then, standing behind Robin and placing a hand on the girls back. "Leave," Marcus states, almost boredly to the man, staring him in the eye as he towers over him. "Don't come back, or I'll call the cops."

"That's a little much, don't you think?" Todd asks with a forced chuckle, trying to hide the fact that he was agitated. Poorly, Robin would like to add. "We were just having a conversation."

"No, you were harassing her, physically." Marcus informs the man, speaking slowly so he's understood while still standing tall, making it obvious that he had the power in this situation. "That's a crime. So if you don't want me to call the police now, leave willingly or I will escort you out."

Grumbling, Todd shoots annoyed and furious looks at everyone before roughly shrugging Marcus's hand off him and marching out the door. "You okay, birdy?"

"Yes," Robin nods, stilling rubbing her wrist. "Thanks, Marcus."

"See him in here again and tell me or James." He tells her, shooting another glance over his shoulder to the door. "Okay? We'll handle him, call the police. Asshole," He grumbles. "Maybe just punch him out in the alley."

"I appreciate that." Robin gives a soft chuckle, her heart finally calming down. "Thank you."

"Yeah." Marcus nods, tapping the bar once before stepping away, leaving the two bartenders alone.

"You know, Matt will probably come in if you want to leave early." Mandy tells her while rubbing her friends back.

"Please," Robin tries to wave off her friend's concern with a smile. "Matt wouldn't come in if boss threatens his job. Again."

"Not true." Mandy says as she follows her friend down the bar. "He's covered for me before."

"That's because he has a thing for you." Robin informs her friend, earning her an eye roll.

"He does not." Mandy denies, leaning her back against the bar while Robin grabs an empty beer bottle.

"Yes, he does, sweetie." Robin smiles at her. "I love you, but if you can't see that, you're blind."

"Am not." Mandy says, hitting her friend's shoulder with the towel in her hand. "But really, if you want to leave early, I can take both shifts. I understand, that dude creeped me out and you're the one with the bruise." She motions towards Robin's wrist that's now only red but would no doubt be purple later. "Maybe you should like, file a report, or something."

Sighing, Robin leans on the shelf behind the bar, facing her friend. "Nah, I mean, he won't be back. It's no big deal." It's hypocritical, if this happened to anyone else she knew, she would fight them if they tried to just wave it away. But she was fine, it wasn't a problem.

"Isn't your boyfriend like, an FBI agent or something?"

"No," Robin quickly states, pointing a finger at her. "I mean he is," She backtracks with a shake of her head. "I think this is a little below the FBI's pay grade."

"Um, I don't think he'll care about that," Mandy says with furrowed brows, looking to her friend like she was an idiot. "I do think he'll care about some guy putting his hands on you, though."

"Yeah." Robin sighs. She knows he would, knows he'd worry until he was sick about it. "I can't bother him with this, he's busy and he'll just worry."

"I don't think he'd see it that way." Mandy mumbles but holds her hands up in surrender anyway. "But if you're sure." She says before moving to work at her end of the bar, leaving Robin to chew her lip before getting back to work herself.

"Oh, man, I'm starving, anyone else?" Emily says with a stretch after setting her things onto her desk.

"You're reading my mind." Morgan nods in agreement but JJ shakes her head.

"I'm gonna have to pass, got to get home to my boys." The blonde agent says, aching to get home.

"Alright. Reid?" Emily questions, looking over at the young genius who'd just slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Uh, I'm just gonna head home, too." Spencer says, trying his best not to look or sound suspicious. It was late, going home wasn't odd, but he knew he was lying so it felt like they did too.

"Looks like it's just me and you." Emily says to Morgan, neither agent questioning him any further, and Spencer sighs in relief. "You think he's really going home?" Prentiss whispers to Morgan as Reid takes his leave, pulling his phone out once again as he gets into the elevator.

"Hard to say." Morgan admits reluctantly. There was something going on with his friend, he just wasn't sure what. He just hoped it wasn't anything bad.

While the two agents change the conversation topic, Spencer makes his way out of the building, smiling down at the message on his phone screen.

It doesn't take long, he knows that, but it feels like forever before Spencer was arriving outside the familiar bar. A smile overtakes his face when he sees Robin leaning against the wall outside, her head tilted back. Waiting for him.

"Are you trying to sneak up on me?" She questions with a smirk, not even bothering to lift her head.

"'Trying' is the keyword there." Is Spencer's answer when he reaches her side, automatically opening his arms when she stands straight, walking to him. "Missed you."

"I missed you more." Robin says, her voice muffled by his shirt. She loves his hugs, they make her feel safe, warm, comfortable. Loved.

"Hmm, not scientifically possible." Spencer shakes his head and purses his lips when Robin pulls back enough to look up at him.

"Not scientifically possible." Robin chuckles, raising a single brow up at him.

"Yeah, I could give you facts but I don't think now is the time."

"Yeah, as much as I love listening to your voice, right now I just want you too shut up and kiss me." At her words, Spencer waste no time bending down and crashing his lips onto Robin's, pulling her closer by her waist, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

Only breaking apart when they need air, Robin keeps her arms around Spencer's neck, holding herself as close to him as she can. "Well, Dr. Spencer Reid, you take my breath away. Literately."

Chuckling, Spencer ducks his head onto Robin's shoulder, feeling the vibrations moving through her body as she laughs. "I missed you." He says again, kissing the side of her neck before lifting his head.

Moving one of her hands, Robin sweeps some fallen hair out of Spencer's eyes, her smile only growing when he leans into her touch. "What was it you wanted to do?"

"Well, you're not the only one who can cook."

"Is that so?" Robin raises her brows, leaning back in his hold to look up at him. "Consider me intrigued." Smiling, Spencer holds out his arm for Robin to take, starting down the road when she does.

"I love this." Robin mumbles as she runs her fingers over the books lining the shelves in Spencer's apartment. She loved the way it smelled. Candles, books. The smell of old paper relaxed her. The faintest hint of coffee lingered in the air, but it was barely there.

Arms wrap around her waist from behind and Robin immediately leans against Spencer's chest. "Dinner was great, thank you."

"You're welcome." Spencer says into her neck before placing a kiss to the same spot. Sighing in content, Robin turns her head and leans more into him, her hands resting on his wrists. "You want to stay?"

"I'd love too."

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